Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

Outside the city, in a half-collapsed temple.

A dozen ragged beggars huddled together, wolfing down the food they had begged for.

A pair of eyes were fixed on them, or to be more precise, on the food in their hands.

The old beggar looked over and saw a disheveled woman in the corner staring at them longingly, and the sound of her swallowing could be heard from a long distance away.

Looking at the half steamed bun left in his hand, the old beggar hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked to the corner and handed it to the woman.

The woman took it and stuffed it into her mouth. She choked and rolled her eyes, but she was reluctant to spit it out, as if that half of the steamed bun was some kind of delicacy.

Other beggars noticed this and said in dissatisfaction:

"Old Li, why are you giving food to that crazy woman again? We're lucky enough to have taken her in and even provided her with meals."

The old beggar called Lao Li sighed: "She is a cripple and a lunatic, so pitiful. I will just eat less."

A month ago, they got up early and prepared to go out to beg, and saw this woman lying at the door of the dilapidated temple. Her left arm was missing, her whole body was covered in blood, and she was extremely dirty.

They were startled and thought it was a dead person, but when they checked his breathing they found he was still alive.

They carried the woman into the dilapidated temple, thinking they would let her go after she woke up. But she turned out to be a lunatic when she woke up.

She cried and made a fuss, saying that her baby had been stolen, that she was not from this world, and that she wanted to go home.

Then he started to make a fuss about going back to the general's mansion to get his treasure back.

The beggars asked, "Which general's mansion are you talking about? Yesterday a general named Han was beheaded and his body was thrown into a mass grave."

She ran to the mass grave and saw corpses torn to pieces by wild dogs. She came back even more unconscious.

She couldn't even beg. She could get a little when she was lucky, but most of the time she was starving to death.

The old beggar was kind-hearted and would sometimes save some food for her, which was why she didn't starve to death.

Qi An looked at the corner and was very satisfied with the woman's current situation.

This woman was none other than Zhang Yanyan. When she was almost tortured to death by Han Xiu Ze, Qi An took her away and threw her in front of the gate of the dilapidated temple.

Song Xinlan wants the Han mother and son to die a miserable death, but she wants Zhang Yanyan to lose everything and live a life worse than death.

Nothing would make her more miserable than being left in this era with nothing.

Zhang Yanyan sat blankly in the corner, her hair greasy and tangled, her face covered with frostbite and oozing disgusting pus, making people feel nauseous at the sight of her.

In a trance, she heard someone in front of her ask: "Do you regret it?"

She looked up and saw nothing in front of her except air.

Is she getting crazier and crazier?

Her memory has been getting worse recently. She often forgets who she is, what her name is, and where she comes from.

But this would be the time when she would be awake.

Regret?

How can I not regret it? I regret it every minute and every second.

She wished she had just had a nightmare. When she opened her eyes, she was still lying in the familiar little bedroom, with her parents calling her to eat over and over again in her ears.

She didn't get the bracelet by accident, she didn't occupy someone else's body, and she didn't steal someone else's husband.

She has an ordinary but warm home and an ordinary but loving pair of parents.

She is not good-looking, but she is healthy.

Her family was not rich, but her parents tried their best to give her the best.

How much did she despise these things that seem so precious now?

He disliked his parents who were vegetable vendors and were poor and dishonorable.

I dislike my appearance because it is ordinary and not beautiful or pretty.

I think life is boring and unexciting.

She wanted to escape from that kind of life every day, longing to be like the heroine in the time-travel novel, with a beautiful face and a group of outstanding men around her.

After accidentally obtaining a space bracelet, she was overjoyed and chose to travel through time and space without a second thought and took over the body of a peasant girl.

She didn't consider at all whether it would scare her parents, or what would happen to the peasant girl who had lost her body.

The peasant girl was an orphan with a dark complexion but a beautiful face. She used the spiritual spring to nourish her body and soon she was reborn into a lovely little fairy.

Although she has the space in her hands, she doesn't like the script of traveling through time and space to farm. How can those ordinary people in the village be worthy of her?

Soon, she successfully rescued a general on the battlefield, and became more and more certain that she was the chosen one, and that she was the only heroine who could travel through time.

So she went home with the general despite the fact that he already had a wife.

She told herself, I'm just having fun, and I'll go back when I've had enough.

She didn't feel sorry for Song Xinlan. It was just a divorce and her man didn't love her. She was helping her out of her misery.

Who would have thought that the ancient woman she thought was weak and could be bullied was actually a devil, and the general she rescued was an ungrateful bastard.

During those dark days, she was almost eaten alive by that man.

Living in an era of law and peace, she had never suffered such a crime, nor had she seen such sinister human hearts.

Not only did she almost lose her life, but she also lost the bracelet that could have taken her away, and she was trapped in this era forever.

She had no identity and could not make a living. In the ancient times that she despised, she could not survive except by begging.

It turns out that the story about the time-traveling woman in the novel thriving in ancient times is all fake, and her sense of superiority is so stupid and ignorant.

As she was thinking, Zhang Yanyan fell asleep, and this time she seemed to have really gone back.

In the familiar living room, home-cooked meals were placed on the dining table. Dad was still cooking the last dish, and Mom called out gently, "Yan Yan, it's time to eat."

She was about to respond excitedly when a voice spoke before her: "Coming."

The clean and fresh girl walked out of her bedroom, gave each of her parents a hug, and said sweetly: "It's great to have a mom and dad. I'm so happy."

That ordinary face now has a warm temperament, appearing clean and gentle.

The parents were so happy that they couldn't stop smiling. They hugged the girl again and again, and the three of them ate breakfast while talking and laughing.

Zhang Yanyan looked at this scene in disbelief and felt cold all over.

This face and this body are clearly hers, so who is this person?

A terrible thought came into her mind.

She occupied someone else's body, so where did the soul of that body go?

She rushed forward and tried to hug her parents, but she passed right through them and couldn't touch anything.

She yelled at her parents frantically: "Dad, Mom, I am Yanyan, look at me, I am Yanyan..."

No one could hear her parents constantly picking up food for the girl, and the family of three was very happy.

When she was around, there was never a proper meal at home; there was always either silence or quarrels.

After dinner, the girl stopped her parents and took the initiative to wash the dishes and fruits, then made them sit on the sofa to watch TV.

"Mom and Dad have worked hard, you guys take a rest, I'll wash it."

The parents sat on the sofa and watched the busy girl with satisfaction.

Mother: "Ever since Yanyan had a fever and was in a coma for three days last year, she was like a different person when she woke up."

Dad: "That's right, he is filial and sensible, he has never made us sad, and he even helps us sell vegetables. I never dared to think about this before."

They concluded: "Yan Yan has finally grown up."

Zhang Yanyan burst into tears. What she once treated like a piece of trash was now regarded as a treasure by others.

"Dad, Mom, look at me, that's not Yanyan, Yanyan is here. I want to go home, please look at me..."

She cried until her voice was hoarse, but it was of no avail.

Suddenly, a great force sucked her soul away. When she opened her eyes, it was still the familiar dilapidated temple.

She tore her hair with one hand, crying and laughing, and her ghostly face made her look scary and pathetic.

The beggars turned a blind eye to this, as they had long been accustomed to her alternating states of sanity and madness.

"Look, she's started again. I can't go begging today."

"Damn, it's so annoying. Oh, forget it, if we each save a bite, she won't starve to death."

After a moment, the crazy woman suddenly stopped moving, and started laughing, her eyes confused and lost.

Hey, who is she?